My lesbian lust for Auntie Evie

My lesbian lust for Auntie Evie 14.

After Walter left the room, Evie and I lay cuddled under the warmth of that large red comforter. Most of the weirdness, anxiety, and unique experience we just had with him started to vanish. We weren't sure whether Walter planned to come back, and I never did ask each other about it. I just figured if he did, then he did, but if he didn't, then we'd have some time alone.

I was lying on her right side, my head resting just under her shoulder blade, as her right arm was wrapped around me. I could hear her heart beating, feel her chest rise and fall with each breath. We heard Walter fumbling around in the kitchen. Evie advised me that he was probably pouring himself a drink. We could tell he had left the kitchen and walked into the front room, the TV clicked on, and a few drawers opened and closed.

Evie spoke, "I think he's getting himself a cigar, and is probably watching some sports show." Moments later, I heard a thump and a few straggling clicks. Evie whispered, " He got into the recliner, he'll be asleep in ten minutes." I guess this was normal for him to pour himself a drink, smoke a bit of a cigar, and fall asleep watching TV.

After a few minutes of silence from the front room, Evie took her left hand and cupped it under my chin, lifted my face up towards her, and whispered, "Thank you. I know this isn't what you planned for, but at least we are together, like we wanted to be."

She smiled at me as she gazed deeply into my eyes and mouthed the words, "I love you."

Hearing that made me feel loved and admired. Knowing she was saying it because she meant it, and not just to lure me into something, made me feel wanted. Now, as we lay there naked, under her warm blankets, feeling the warmth of her skin, her soft, gentle touch, the lingering smell of her perfume, and my desires made me want her more. I think she felt the same.

My emotions and desires got the best of me, and I believe for her, too. Evie became loving and more sensual than she had been before. She was kissing me deeply, was rubbing my skin so deeply, softly, and erotically, that it wasn't seconds into our time alone, that I was wet again. I slipped my hand onto her chest and gently caressed both of her breasts. I loved feeling how big, plump, and sexy they felt. I pulled from our kiss and dipped my head down, sucking on her right nipple as my hand continued caressing the other, her skin, her stomach, and her luxurious body.

I slipped my hand downwards and between her legs, as she started to spread them apart. I rubbed on her clit for a few seconds, pushing deep and hard into her skin. I continued sucking her nipple, trying to make her so aroused and horny that she would want me even more. When I sipped my hand down even further, I felt her slit was wide open, soaking wet, and waiting for my touch.

I wanted to keep it quiet. I wanted it to be just her and me. I didn't want Walter to hear us and decide to come join us for another round. I just wanted it to be like it had been on many other occasions, just two women in love. Yet, just as much as I feared Walter would hear us and come back in, was just as much as I wanted her screaming my name as I fucked her senseless. I knew she hadn't gotten off, which was surely why she was still so wet and ready. I slipped down from her chest, softly kissed down her body, until I spread her legs wide, slid up and in between them, and slid my tongue all the way from the bottom of her slit to the top of her clit, making her chirp.

I dove face-first into her wide-open slit, tonguing it, licking her up and down, and making her wetter than she already was. I could hear her softly moaning my name, trying to be quiet, as not to arouse him, but yet loudly enough to let me know I was getting her off. I licked and sucked her pussy, like a woman on a mission. Loud puckering, sloppy wet sounds filled the room as I ate her out. I didn't care if she was loud or whimpering like a little mouse. I was going to make her cum hard. But then it hit me. Like a fire inside I had never had. She had made me wait for this. She had catered to his needs before mine, and now that he was gone, or at least away from us, it was my chance to make her realize how long she made me wait. It was now my "payback," and she was going to get it.

Something in my brain snapped. I wanted Walter to hear her moaning so loudly and for so long that he'd be jealous, or concerned that I was fucking his wife, better than he could. And I didn't even have a dick. I licked her and sucked her pussy with such force, aggression, and determination that it wasn't long until her legs were shaking as she came for the first time. She was trying to be quiet as she released her first orgasm, but she couldn't contain it. Before she could even get a breath, or had come down for a moment, I pulled my face from her pussy, wrapped my left arm under her right leg and up and around her thigh to hold her in position, edged myself up onto my knees, pushed he leg towards her stomach, and rammed three fingers deep inside of her.

My arm must have looked like a machine that was designed to just keep pounding whatever material or equipment it was supposed to be hammering at, as I continued ramming all three deep inside of her. Push after push, thrust after thrust, as hard and as fast as I could.

Her body quivered, her hips lifted, her head rocked back and forth. My pinky finger was right at her asshole, as I was making her moan and groan louder than I ever had before. I wanted to slide my fingers in her so deeply and experience a pleasure she never had before. I looked down and realized that with every push, my hand was going into her knuckles deep, slipping past the flaps of her slit. I was ramming them into her, like a train going down the track. Occasionally, I would dip my head and swirl my tongue around her clit, enhancing her pleasure, but my focus was on finger fucking her to her next orgasm.

I got her so aroused, so wet, and so pleased that her stomach muscles clenched to the point that they were lifting her head and shoulders off the mattress. Her mouth was wide open, trying to scream in pleasure, but her lungs didn't have enough air to make the sound.

I kept mouthing out, "You like my fingers in your pussy, don't ya?"

You wanna cum, Evie? You wanna cum?" Even though she couldn't literally answer me, I knew the answer was yes.

It was as if the devil had taken over me, and my usual passive, soft, loving thoughts had turned very aggressive. I kept thinking to myself, "You made me wait this long for you. You made me have this threesome with your husband, just so you can see me. Now you're gonna pay. By the time I am done with you, you are going to forget that you like dick."

When Evie came for the second time, she literally balled up, grabbed my hand, pulling my fingers from deep inside of her, holding them towards her stomach, screaming out my name, and falling back down onto the mattress. She was breathing as hard as I had ever seen her breathe. But I wasn't done. Now it was my turn. Before she could even catch her breath or gather her thoughts, I started climbing on top of her, right up and over her face, dropping my slit right onto her mouth, and I started grinding my pussy across her mouth. I'd moan out occasionally, "Lick it bitch, lick it!"

Evie's tongue swirled around it as I kept pushing down hard, slowly rocking back and forth. I swear to you, at times I think I felt the tip of her nose enter inside of me. I was grinding it, like I was riding a dick. I wanted her tongue so far up and inside of me that she never forgot what my pussy tasted like. I was grabbing the top of her hair, looking down at her, like men do when they are ramming their cocks into a woman's mouth. I was going to get off again, and I was going to get off hard and make her wish she didn't hold me at arm's distance as she had for weeks on end.

I was moaning out loudly, "Yes! Eat my pussy, Evie. Make me cum!" Over and over again. Just as loudly and viciously as I had her screaming my name when she came.

I wanted Walter to hear it. I wanted him to know I was fucking his life hard, and she was fucking me back just as well.

When I finally came, I chirped so loudly that I think the neighbors heard it. I climbed down off her, slid my body to the side of hers, and rammed my finger into her again. I pumped her so hard and deeply again, but this time I made her scream out words I knew she needed to say.

"Say my name, Evie. Say it!" I barked out.

"Bella! Oh, Bella," resonated from her lips.

"Tell me you love pussy." I demanded.

"I love pussy. I love your pussy!" She cried.

"You like my fingers deep inside you, don't ya?" I asked.

"Yes! I love your fingers in my pussy." She cried out.

"Tell me you love me!" I demanded.

Evie grabbed my chin, looked me deeply in the eyes, and spoke as lovingly and clearly as she could, "I love you, Bella. I want you!"

I made Evie moan my name constantly, as I pumped her pussy full of my wet, slippery fingers. But this time, just after she got off, instead of giving her a break, I slipped down away from her face, slid right in between her legs, and licked every bit of juice off of her, wet pussy, and then climbed right back on top of her, chest to chest, kissing her so deeply, while making her taste her own pussy.

When we finished kissing, I fell off her. We both lay on our backs, breathing heavily, our pussies numb after orgasms. Our bodies covered in sweat, our chests rising and falling. Our arms slightly intertwined.

Something inside me that day snapped. The quiet, reserved, passive, serene, little woman I was, who had always just accepted life, expected whatever happened to me, never fought, never pushed for my own needs or wants, suddenly turned into a violent, aggressive, demanding beast.

Oddly enough, I was surprised that I didn't see Walter at the doorway, or that he hadn't come back in to join us. Maybe he had gotten what he wanted and was done. He got his chance to put his dick in my tight little pussy. I was glad he didn't, and I was glad that I had taken control of the situation with Evie and made her cum harder than she had in a long time. We lay cuddled for a while. I whispered to her that I loved her and wanted to be with her forever. She whispered the same words back. I wanted to spend the night. I wanted to wake up naked next to her, just like we were now, cuddled, warm, spent, and in love. But I figured at one point or another Walter would come back in, and I didn't want to wake up next to him.

When I finally decided I needed to go, I got dressed as Evie lay in her bed watching. The look of lust and love was still in her eyes. Yet, I knew she wasn't coming home with me. As we walked into the front room, I could gather my purse and coat. Water was rocked back in his recliner, wrapped in an Afghan, and long asleep.

Evie had to yell towards him twice, "Walter," she spoke. "Walter!" In a louder voice, "Bella is leaving."

"Oh, (undecipherable mumbling words), "Oh. Okay, thanks, Bella. I hope you enjoyed your night!"

I thanked him for a wonderful night, grabbed Evie, pulled her mouth to mine, and kissed her so deeply and lovingly as to make him jealous. I whispered to her, thanking her for a wild, wonderful evening. Turned my back on them both and walked out the door.

I felt like a new woman that night. Not because of the threesome, but what I got to do to her after he was gone. I was finally alone with her. Deep inside, I surely hoped he heard every bit of what happened after he left the room, and knowing that she and I went for about 45 minutes longer, and made each other cum harder and better than he had ever made her cum was invigorating.

I drove home elated. I was excited. I was empowered. I was emboldened, and I was, without a doubt, absolutely proud of myself for dealing with his bullshit to get some time alone with her. The problem was, I surely didn't know how much more I was going to be able to take, or deal with, in the aspect of what "Walter wanted."

It was my time, and either she was going to come be with me as I felt we needed to be, or she could stay with him. It almost feels like I wasn't in love with her anymore. I was now on a mission to get her away from him permanently and for us to be together. A fate I wasn't sure was ever going to happen. Yet, as I pondered the situation, there was nothing I could do but let it play out and see what happened. Little did I know it would all play out and that I would be determined over the next few weeks.

Let me tell you about the second threesome, and the first time I had Evie alone after, where I did propose, and he did say yes, but all of that was ruined by Walter just weeks later.